{"id":232,"date":"2017-05-03T12:11:00","date_gmt":"2017-05-03T12:11:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2017\/05\/03\/navajo-bridge"},"modified":"2021-09-12T05:29:54","modified_gmt":"2021-09-12T12:29:54","slug":"navajo-bridge","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=232","title":{"rendered":"Navajo Bridge"},"content":{"rendered":"
The open road winds through the Navajo Nation like a slow moving snake. Your thoughts can easily be swallowed up in the vastness.<\/a><\/div>\n
You see a small gathering of manufactured homes with a row of new Ford and Chevy trucks, rusty playground equipment teeters in the winter’s breeze. Abandoned roadside stands hold artwork of the Native American.<\/div>\n
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I stand beside it for awhile and think about loss.<\/a><\/div>\n
I come to a bridge, Navajo Bridge<\/a> to be precise, and get out of the car. An old Navajo woman is selling jewelry in the rain. I greet her with a smile but don’t buy anything. I walk towards the bridge and wonder how many have taken their final plunge here.<\/a><\/div>\n
You feel closer to God out here under the gray skies and Red Rocks. I walk back and forth along Navajo Bridge, looking down into the Colorado river and seeing my own reflection, I look up into the sky and see nothing but simple truths.<\/a><\/div>\n
As the song says, all that you have is your soul. Save my soul, save myself.<\/div>\n\n\n
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